The rest of the day passed without incident. He locked his shop and headed for his quarters.
He had sold the gown and his pockets were now lined with slips of latinum. He really did wish Quark would pay his dabo girls more.
His quarters were darker than the rest of the station: a welcoming change against the harsh light. He looked out his window at the dark expanse of space. Two dots of interest glittered a little brighter than the others: Cardassia Prime and Bajor. Two planets he could never call home, no matter how badly he wanted them to be. Especially Cardassia.
This was the path he had chosen for himself. It was hard and unpleasant. But it was the right one.
Aeroin Primm was as good as dead. His memory had been ruined by the major's discovery. Now when he thought of Aeroin, he wouldn't be able to separate him from the pain of Kira's outrage at discovering the truth.
The pain in his cheek was only a faint echo in comparison.
Garak felt as a though a piece of himself had been carved out of his chest by a jealous man. He wondered if Kira had felt the same way. He supposed Gul Dukat had won in that regard. Primm could no longer be a source of pride for him nor strength for her.
He rubbed his arms to ward off the quiet cold of the station.
"Goodbye." He said sadly and watched as the wormhole opened.
He muttered a silent prayer for the Underground agent's soul.